Extreme winds

It was a day when foam flew from cappuccinos, grit swirled and settled on plates of Eggs Benedict and vases tipped out their contents over tables. The southeaster gusted at strong to gale force throughout the day, making it completely undesirable to be outside despite the bright sunshine. Twigs and leaves were stripped from trees and the new spring growth took a bashing, wilting before our eyes. Clouds raced across the Peninsula mountains, and sand whipped and stung the legs of those still brave enough to venture down to the beach.

This is early summer in Cape Town, a time when we all wonder why we live here, and those who don't can smugly say "We don't have wind like this at home!" Windows and doors slam constantly, blinds are shredded as they are sucked out in the draught, tree branches thrash against the house as we huddle inside, safe from the raging storm. We jeer at reports on the news of a hurricane in some far-off land, as we clutch at our skirts and scarves and any other vulnerable clothing - this is a normal wind strength for us!

And suddenly - the clouds melted away, the wind dropped to a light breeze. We remembered why we live here, visitors recalled the reason for visiting, trees sagged back into shape and all was well with the world.